ah! Ultimate Update! I am probably not gonna update 12 hours later, sorry for that mina-san. Anways, I just saw the manga and my whole head exploded as I heard about the 8th element and saw that girl. Kumiko-chan was like: Gah? There is actually a 8th element? And, is that girl the 8th guardian, or was she Daemon's GIRLFRIEND? AHHHH!

Yeah, that was my thought that the time...O_o

Chapter 7

"How the hell did he noticed the hidden door?" Mukuro said calmly though his face wasn't that cool, "This guy is quite interesting. He should be my goal."

"Meaning I am not your goal anymore?" Nakamura said hopefully with a grin.

"No, Vongola." Mukuro gave Nakamura an evil smile. "You will be my goal no matter what." Nakamura shivered a little on his chair.

"Reborn, what do you think about this?" Nono turned to Reborn who was still looking at the hidden door. "How did Tsunayoshi-kun noticed that hidden door? I am very sure that no body other than the several of you sitting here knows the existence of that small dinning room."

"Nono, I guess you forgot the fact that Sawada Tsunayoshi is a heir of Vongola Primo." Reborn said slowly. "Because he is a direct heir of Primo, meaning he got a much purer blood of Vongola than everyone of you sitting here. Maybe not you, Head of CEDEF-san." Reborn nodded slowly at Tsuna's father, Iemitsu. "And therefore, once his HI is activated, there's a possibility that he can feel the empty space behind the wall and thus finding this small room."

"Maybe that's it." Yamamoto said scratching his head. "Or it's gonna be much more complicated to explain, I guess. Like Tsunayoshi-kun is an alien from Mars who has ability to see through the wall. Actually, that makes sense! Huh..." His voice dyed away as the food was served.

Inside the small dinning room, Tsuna let out a short laugh while swallowing back the tears. The Yamamoto style guess was nostalgic, even before the Yamamoto of his world gave his life to the several comrades around him, he made a small joke about their mist attribute enemy, comparing him with Mukuro who was not present at the time. Twitching his nose, Tsuna reached for the spoon to eat his Ricotta. Unfortunately, his hand accidentally hit the small candle on the side of the table and made the candle fell onto his brand new t-shirt, making the poor shirt on fire. Letting out a silent scream, Tsuna quickly poured some water onto his shirt before the small fire spreader any further.

Please remember this: no matter how many years has passed, our dear Sawada Tsunayoshi will always have the DNA of being 'no-good' hidden inside his body somewhere. He could not avoid the fact that he would be somehow 'dame' through out his whole life.

The next morning, Tsuna woke up at 7'o clock straight. Putting on his suite by habit, he headed out to the Dinning Room for breakfast. The breakfast is usually served at 7:30, just for the reason to make the guardians wake up early. A very good habit that will benefit you through your whole life. Reborn used to tell him. Adjusting his ponytail to the centre, Tsuna entered the room.

As yesterday night, everybody was here already. This time, including Nakamura and Reborn. Tsuna smiled tiredly at everyone and in everyone's surprising gaze, he went straight at Hibari.

"Hibari Kyoya-san," Tsuna said yawning a little, "Tell shiro-chan to visit me sometime next week, ok? Just tell him that if he does not do so as soon as possible, his Tsu-chan will take away all his marshmallows the second he meet him. No matter in which world." Then Tsuna sat down at an empty chair beside Sasagawa and Chrome and started to enjoy his breakfast.

"Shiro-chan?" Mukuro's nose twitched, "Marshmallows? Does it mean..." Then his expression froze.

"What, Rokudo Mukuro-san, Vongola's 1/2 Guardian of Mist? Is there a problem?" Tsuna said as he swallowed a small piece of bacon.

"Do you mean it by that white freak?" Mukuro said slowly.

"The white freak that nearly killed the you in the future? Yeah, that's him." Tsuna took a sip of dark coffee.

That was when everyone's stopped eating. Suddenly, Tsuna realised he played the game a little too big: he accidentally leaked the information that he knew what happened in the future.

"Is that what that freak told you?" Mukuro said in great anger, "So that freak was showing off to you about what he did to us in the future? He deserves to die!"

"Nah," Tsuna pretended to be cool. "He just said you are an old friend of his that he nearly killed you in the future. Anyways, how can he kill the you in the future? So he time traveled or something? Impossible." Phew, Tsuna thought in his head. Thanks for that, Mukuro, I owe you one.

After breakfast, it was already nine. All the guardians was called to an emergency meeting about a rival family with Reborn, Nono, and Tsuna's father. Tsuna was left alone to wonder around in this familiar headquarters for four hours until lunch starts at one.

For the first time ever since he came to this headquarter, Tsuna felt alone. He didn't know what to do. This was his home and it wasn't. He belongs here and he doesn't belongs here. This mixed feeling of both nostalgic and unfamiliar shocked Tsuna himself in a way. He was unable to comprehend even his own feelings. After thinking about this issue for two hours wondering around in the Vongola Headquarters with no final destination, Tsuna stopped at the door where the meeting was held.

"So they are calling of a fight between us seven and their boss and underboss? Seven to two, isn't that quite unfair?" He heard Sasagawa said.

"You don't understand." The voice of Gokudera, "It's not underboss, it's underbosses. Get it, plural. Eight is a plural: he got eight underbosses. Nine to seven, unfair for us."

"When is the fight?" Nakamura's serious voice. Looks like he put himself in Hyper mode to focus on this situation.

"Five days later, four'o clock in the afternoon. At Catacombe dei Cappuccini in the norther city, off the major town of Palermo." Reborn responded.

"Which family?" Nakamura said slowly.

"It's them." Reborn answered after ten seconds of silence.

"Shoot." Tsuna heard Nakamura whispered in anger. But in his voice, Tsuna also heard a trace of desperation, of sadness, and even a little of refusal to fight.

That was when Chrome lost her usual cool. "Reborn-san, you mean the Catacombe dei Cappuccini? The tourist attraction where they have many dead corpses?"

"That's the place, Chrome Dokuro, that's the place." Reborn reassured Chrome.

"What about Tsunayoshi?" Nakamura's voice regained normal, but traces of sadness was still there "What shall we tell him, Nono, or Reborn?"

Then pure silence. Nobody was able to respond.

"Leave that to me," Reborn's calm voice, "We will figure that out today."

Then Tsuna left the hallway quietly. This is their world, I cannot interfere with their decision. Tsuna tried to tell himself. But he couldn't help but worry about their decision to fight with the rival family in Catacombei dei Cappuccini. First of all, that place is a famous tourist attraction, lots of innocent tourists might be involved. Secondly, the structure of Catacombei is extremely complex. That place is basically a place to store well dressed standing mummified corpses, an open tomb. The 'filing system' made the management bureaux sort the corpses into different sections, making the whole place like a maze. Plus Chrome, Lambo, and even Gokudera were scared of mummies...

Tsuna turned back into the main hall. In the middle of the hall, just beside the highly decorated stairs, there was a white Steinway grand piano. It was from 80 years ago, but the sound was still great. In his world, Gokudera used to play on this piano everyday. Gokudera insisted on teaching Tsuna how to play the piano, but Tsuna refused all the time because he thought he couldn't learn to play the piano no matter what thanks to the 'no-good' DNA he got in his brain. But after a while of being dragged by Gokudera, Tsuna learned to play a few fairly complex songs, for example, this one...

Sitting down on the bench, Tsuna removed the cover of the keyboards, his skinny, pale fingers flew through the black and white keyboards, playing out a perfect chromatic scale. Shaking his head slightly, his feet stepped onto the pedal. His fingers moves again, this time pressing the keyboards in random patterns, making out harmonic minor sounds. This piece was composed by Gokudera's mother, and Gokudera was the only person who she taught this piece to. But in Tsuna's world, Gokudera taught Tsuna how to play this music, the music that he loved the most. The whole piece sounded extremely soft with a wave of sadness going through, like telling the audience a fairy tale that was meant to end with a tragedy.

Tsuna's fingers moved again, as they moved across the keyboard, Tsuna closed his eyes slowly. A image of Gokudera teaching him this piece hand by hand appeared in his head. This piece took Gokudera a year and a half to teach Tsuna, but no matter how many mistakes Tsuna made, Gokudera always smiled and adjusted Tsuna's fingers onto the right keys. Just a few days ago, to shield Tsuna from three unavoidable bullets, he was shot in the head three times, right in front of Tsuna's face. But he was smiling, he was smiling like he just fulfilled his life long mission. Like he would never regret this.

A tear dropped down to the keyboard, making a graceful arc. But Tsuna continued. This is a piece that will last for around fifteen minutes. He could not stop no matter what. No matter what. That was what he promised to Gokudera Hayato. Once he started it, he would not stop.

The conference ended early out of everybody's surprise. Maybe it was because Nakamura chose to go into the Hyper mode for the first time during the conference so non of his guardians would choose to do some stupid things. Or it was because Nakamura and Reborn was acting weird ever since they saw the enemy family's name. Especially Nakamura. As they went down the decorative stairs, they heard a familiar piece ringing beside their ears. The piece that Gokudera used to always play when he was sad. But this time, the piece sounded even more tearing, but in the middle of the sadness, they could sense a small trace of a smile, a smile so slight that could disappear any time, like a flicker of candle light in the storm.

"Gokudera-kun-?" Nakamura looked back and saw Gokudera behind him. So it was not Gokudera. Following Gokudera's and the rests' frozen gaze, he turned to the snow white Steinway piano.

There he saw Tsuna sitting on the bench, his long fingers flying on the keyboards. There was a few drops of water on the keyboards, Nakamura traced them back to Tsuan's face where lines of tears were still visible. Nobody was talking, they didn't even dare to take a breathe. They were all afraid to disturb this young man. Gokudera's whole mind was running.

As Tsuna's finger pressed the last note, he opened his eyes, but still not moving his feet away from the pedal so the note can last longer. Brushing away the tears, he noticed the group of people standing on the staircase. Weakly, he stood up. Giving them a bitter smiled. He left the piano just like that and exit the main hall.

If with my own life I can revive all of you, without regrets, I will die with happiness.